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I'm sitting on the floor
I'm crying so much more
trying to erase this pain
trying to forget your face
sitting here with the blade in my hand
running so slow blood dripping down
in a deep red color
flowing freely the way i want to feel
I'm sitting on the floor
holding my hand out
I'm holding a bottle
a bottle filled with pills
I'm crying so hard
the pain is unbearable
I'm feeling so weak
I'm sitting here on this floor
holding a blade
crying like crazy
trying to take this pain away
I'm trying my best trying to fight
my eyelids feel heavy
my door is so far
the whispered yells to far
falling deep in to sleep
I'm laying on a bed
I'm so confused
where am i?
my throat feels sore
my body screams in pain
I'm looking around
I'm in a small white room
i try to move,
my hands are stuck
i try to get up
i feel restraints
what happened to me?
I'm laying on a bed
trying to get up
my head hurts
a nurse is here
a shot is administered
i drift to sleep
I'm in the psych ward
why am i here?
I'm lying on a bed
laying so still
my wrists hurts to no end
I'm crying out loud
screaming and cussing
my body hurts
i can't remember
all i remember are my bloody wrists
and a bottle of pills
all i remember is the pain i was in.....
Copyright © GRACIE GONZALEZ | Year Posted 2013
This girl, she's crying inside,
But all everyone sees is smiles,
This girl, she's hurting inside,
She's lived like this for quite a while,
Always holding her pain inside,
She won't ruin everyone's time,
This girl, she's breaking down inside,
But all she does is smile,
Those deep eyes,
Hold a lot world of misery,
Playing pictures from her mind,
Showing her past, her history,
She doesn't want to remember,
But the memories continue to play,
Every night she prays,
Wishing them away,
But this girl lies with her laugh,
And hides behind a mask,
So that no-one can see her pain,
Her past, her denials,
This girl, she's dying inside,
Although no-one can see her pain,
She just continues to smile bright,
From day to everyday,
With beautiful lying eyes,
For everyone to see,
Everyone and anyone,
Everyone but me.
Copyright © Loretta Bailey | Year Posted 2011
Do you hear my silent cries?
Or do you set me to the side?
For in my mind the black bird flies,
In the Darkness of my mind
For each breath you take,
For each word you speak,
I slowly grow in hate
For you, is who, my Darkness seek
Do you hear my scream of hate,
Just wanting you to die?
For now I wait, for you fate,
In the Darkness of my mind!
Copyright © andrew legan | Year Posted 2011
Their lives begin, that special day
Your hardest job, is on the way.
Walking and pacing, all night long
Knowing that one day, they’ll be strong.
Watching them crawl, then walk and run
Treasure each moment, share their fun.
They grow so fast, enjoy each day
For sometime soon, they’ll move away.
Years of school, sometimes they will drag
We’re filled with pride, we parents brag.
Teaching our kids, always be kind
Lasting friendships, many will find.
Do as I say, not as I do
We all have said, our parents too.
The truth comes out, don’t cheat or lie
Don’t try and skimp, to just get by.
Take the right path, we try to guide
Sometimes they don’t, we let it slide.
Knowing they must, find their own way
Life is tough, on track they must stay.
Bumps in the road, many will hit
We as parents, just have to sit.
Learn from mistakes, it takes its’ toll
Their independence, that’s our goal.
The hardest part, is yet to come
When high school years, are said and done.
We’ve done our jobs, as best we could
We must let go, or so we should.
Give them their wings, and let them fly
As we sit back, and often cry.
Turning the page, is hard to do
Wondering if, they listened to you.
Reach for the stars, follow your dreams
It takes time, forever it seems.
Your heart will break, can’t let it show
It’s so difficult, letting go.
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2009
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
Copyright © Le'Rita Clark | Year Posted 2006
They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.
They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies
They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test
They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be
-Sanderline Fleury :)
Copyright © Sanderline Fleury | Year Posted 2013
Lemme tell ya' about a
I met her one night
under disco lights
up at Candies
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin' ta' see
if I wanted a piece
by way of flashin' granny panties
actin' a fool
took a shot
and one tiny glance
but got caught
lit up a smoke
and tried to play it off cool
but it was too late
she had pulled up a stool
"Hey young felluh, where ya' been all my life!"
"Sorry to burst yir' bubble, but I got a wife!"
"That don't matter kid, what she don't know won't hurt the girl"
as she fisted my collar and yelled, "I'LL ROCK YIR' WORLD! Annie the Tranny is what they call me. Bet you been wanted ta' bone me since you first saw me!"
Fear and frustration danced on my face
I begged the bouncer to
"Get this he/she outta the place!"
My pleas were to no avail,
and that sea donkey lurked hot on my trail
flailin' it's arms and grindin' bar stools with it's tail
Speakin' of tails...
a shiny blue wale tail crept up her back
Her jeans were mean, but couldn't hold her underwear's elastic slack
but at least it beat feastin' eyes upon her crack
wrapped her grimy hands around my neck and asked,
"You n' me, boy, what the heck!?!"
"Look here lady, you seem real nice for a tranny;
to hit the bricks,
and yir' Granny Panties!"
At that point the joint started to really heat up
people were glarin' like they really wanted me beat up
I can't recall how the hell I got out of there
alive and free
it was like a big manly freight train
headin' dead at me
I'm pretty sure I owe the good Lord a big favor
that beast was the devil
and Jesus was my Savior!
It's a night I thought would never end...
the night at Candies Bar n' Grill
Granny Panty Annie got a thrill
tryin' to make me her sexy friend!!!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012
FROM A HOSPITAL BED
Even if I’m dizzy with an aching head,
I must not disturb the others in the beds
In this hospital ward where not much is said
For fear of making a fuss.
It’s not much fun with nothing to do
Can’t even get up to go to the Loo
The doctors come, and ask, ‘How are you?’
It’s hard to tell them which is worse
Visiting hours and here’s Dad and Mum
Who immediately asks me why I’m so glum.
I tell them, ‘The others had ice-cream, but I got none,
And, if it was you Dad; you’d curse!’
Patting my hand, Mum says, ‘It’s all right,’
And Dad says, ‘You might get some tonight,
Cos you’re looking better, you’re not so white,
I’ll go over and ask that nurse.’
Back he comes grinning down the ward,
And sits back in the chair without a word,
To Mum he whispers so he can’t be heard
Then his eyes meet mine, his lips are pursed.
The doors swing open; a nurse comes through,
Carrying a tray and says, ‘This is for you,
You can have some now you are healing like new,
To Mum, Dad says, ‘We’ll cancel the hearse!’
I’ve broken no bones, the x-rays prove,
But there’ll be a scar and a slight groove
Left from the fencepost that failed to move
When I fell on it, off my horse
With an arm in a sling and one foot on the ground,
The other in plaster and my head bandaged round,
I’m going home soon, and my horse has been found
Across the river, but he’s none the worst.
It’s easy to laugh with no aching head
And it doesn’t disturb the others in beds
‘There is no need to fear,’ as everyone says,
‘Just ring the bell for the nurse!’
Copyright © J Eliza JAMES | Year Posted 2012
You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day.
Your thoughts are racing through
You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very
much loved in grace.
Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.
So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.
Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
Daddy will you hold me and
Tell me I’ll be okay?
Will you whisper in my ear
All the things you used to say
Will you squeeze me tight,
And call me your little girl?
Daddy will you make me laugh
And still give me the world?
Daddy just hold me close,
Please never let me drop
Keep me under your wing,
And please never ever stop
Daddy please I’m hurt
Don’t you see me lying here
Come back and make it all okay
Please come chase away this fear
Daddy hold me close to you
I want to feel your heart
Say you’ll never ever let me go
And never say we’ll part
Tears streaming down my face
Daddy please come here
I need you more than ever now
Daddy please just hold me near
Hold me tightly in your arms
I’m begging, “please don’t let go”
I still need you Daddy
I just thought you’d like to know
Daddy please I want you
Can’t you see me cryin’?
Look daddy way down here
Your little girl is dyin’
Daddy please I’m falling now
Wont you hold me tighter?
This monster is pulling me down
Please make this burden lighter
Daddy please come help me
Can’t you hear me screaming?
Don’t leave me here now
With my tears still falling, streaming
Why don’t you look at me?
Daddy please I’m scared
You saved all the other ones
Why wont MY soul be spared
Daddy please come back
In my heart I miss you
Just comfort me Daddy please
With all the things you used too
Daddy please I miss you
And I’m at my last resort
I’m sorry, but I can’t go on
This is my sad report
Your little girl is missing
Please tell me that you see.
Why don’t you put to rest,
This pain that’s running through me
All I want is you Daddy
So please come just take me home
All I want is you Daddy
I’m so tired of being alone
Daddy why won’t you look at me
Why don’t you care?
Why did you kiss the rest?
But me you did not dare
Daddy hold me close and
Call me your little girl
Tell me it will be okay and
That you’ll still give me the world
Tell me that you love me
Just tell me that you do
And whisper in my ear
All the things you used to
Daddy please hold me closer
I’m starting to slip through
Just please don’t let me go
I can’t do all this without you
Look into my eyes and
Tell me what you see
Tell me that you care and
Still want to set me free
Daddy will you hold me
And catch all of my tears
Daddy will you help me and
Chase all of my fears
Copyright © Amanda Hirter | Year Posted 2006
All their peach faces have now bowed their heads,
Eighteen lovely roses cut from their beds.
In their wilt lies a sadness I have known
Of inferior complexities tone.
Seeing them like this caused me to recall
Tortures of childhood from when I was small.
Unfriendly faces greeted me at school.
Over and over I felt such a fool.
It's hard to make friends when you're the new kid.
Shy and obnoxious, followed, I just hid.
Then just as I finally found a friend,
Uprooted from that home, it would all end.
I felt like a nomad moving around.
No place to call home, staid on solid ground.
With humble clothing and holes in my shoes
It didn't take much to give me the blues.
But children grow up, and when they have grown
They can make a new life to call their own.
Yet there are still shadows that linger on
From the sadness of childhood, now long gone.
My kids had it better, this I made sure.
No school after school for them to endure.
But we all have lessons to help us learn...
There-in lies the gold that love helps us earn.
© July 19, 2016
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
My first crush seemed like a box of Crayons
Hot Magenta was tugging on her nylons
She dyed her hair like the Florida Sunrise
Her Cool And Crazy words just mesmerize
Cotton Candy eye shadow with every blink
She kissed Wild Strawberry that tattooed my cheek
Her Midnight Blue eyes, that just sparkled within
That Glossy Grape dress, gripped her like sharkskin
We shared a drink, it was called Lemon Lime Zing
This long story short, Atomic Tangerine
Copyright © Mitch White | Year Posted 2010
Inhale: You touch me softly, then kisses me with delight.
Exhale: It feels so good to me the spots you touch are just right.
Inhale: Should I tell you how I feel, or how you make me feel.
Exhale: Just to think you wouldn't understand me completely.
Inhale: When I spoke to you, I tried covering my reak thoughts.
Exhale: Not knowing how you would react to them! to ME!
Inhale: My anxious words jumping on the end of my tongue waiting to be
Exhale: Speak your mind? But I don't love with my mind.
Inhale: I love with my heart therefore I speak from my heart......... my soul.
Exhale: It's about time I started saying what I feel, what's in my heart.
Inhale: Somehow I let the words slowly fall back down my throat.
Exhale: They sit and wait.......Wait to be spoken, wait to be felt.
Inhale: I can't go on like this I need to tell you but how?
Exhale: WHEN? WHERE?
Why am I torturing myself by holding these feelings in. I should tell you but only
when the time is right.When you think the time is right. I don't care about no one
else. It's US only US!
Exhale: ( Ooops....... I forgot to BREATHE)
Copyright © DeVonta Reese | Year Posted 2006
Sitting so pretty in a vase
You lift your deceitful faces to the world.
I may arrange you how I wish
And I may rejoice that your thorns
Lack the sting of real thorns;
But betrayed, you always are
When I touch you.
Your delicately moulded petals are cold,
And you stand upright
Because you can do no other.
You lack the perfume
That is nature's inner attraction,
And you do not droop and wilt,
For you know not what it is to lack water.
In pretending to live
You are no flower.
You live not at all.
Forget artifice, but dare to take a drink
From the bottomless well of life,
And you will find the wonder of your making,
The divinity of life, ripe for the picking.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
Roses are black.
Violets are dead.
Love is bitterly sweet.
Like a shot to the head.
They say love will kill you.
It will be the slowest form of suicide you've ever met.
Copyright © Elizabeth Lindsey | Year Posted 2009
as i am dancing around my tiny bathroom, in my short shorts
i stop for just a fraction of a moment to look in the mirror
i see my reflection staring right back at me
i look closer...
i see how my eyes are as blue as the deep, lovely oceans of Neptune
i see how my smile is like a light bulb that illuminates a room with the flip of one little switch
i see my stature, i see how it is almost like a flower just sprouting and learning to grow
i see how in the inside of my inner thighs have stretch marks that are rippled like the sea waves on a sandy beach shore
and i start to notice all the beautiful little things about me
and i noticed how they combined to make a exquisite masterpiece
as i sit there i wonder why it took me so long to finally think this way about this perfect creation
but it doesn't matter
because now is the time to turn it around
and find self love
i back away from the mirror
and i start dancing
Copyright © Pailey Gordon | Year Posted 2018
The photos stopped
when you were 10 or 11.
Around that time, you started refusing to
have your pictures taken.
A few candid shots are all I’ve
managed since then.
In them, the look on your face is growing inward,
as a cocoon slowly encloses you in a
turning you into a dark silhouette
as you start to construct your
own parallel universe,
in a tug of war with a thousand things
you are just starting to learn the meaning of,
morphing into what the world will know,
what I will, with any luck,
recognize only with squinted eyes
when the cocoon reopens.
For now, I can’t see you.
All I can do is wait.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
PENNED ON AUGUST 14, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
I could care less about the four
corners of insults,
That intelligence invites;
It is always the first straw of
grass that’s grows,
which reveals the popular outcast;
As a youth, I found my image cut down
into this manufactured silhouette.
Drenched in social rain, my peers
had never found me more alienated,
Then when I spoke fluently of diverse
They did everything in their power to provide
a verbal umbrella,
However, the texture remains weak and
This stormy parade that remains’ dripping is
indeed an afterthought,
For within this cranial mansion resides
For the more abstract and surreal
elements of life;
It is that secluded gland which reveals
the renaissance of men, who wear
Now wearing the shoes of a young
A taste of charisma resides in my
However this slight addiction to external
Comes in second to my first drug of
Membership into this fraternity may take a lifetime;
So don’t be surprised when resistance
knocks at your door,
Intimidated by the lion that dwells within
Indeed intellect is the misunderstood
That blossoms sweeter when accepted.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2013
"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"
Precious and so innocent the heart of a young child.
The heart produces feelings of warmth and love so
hard to explain.
As one reaches their teenage years these feelings
become more noticeable to them.
The mind says one thing and the heart says another.
We are left wondering which feeling to follow those
of the heart or those of the mind.
I chose to follow my mind and not my heart and I
wonder to this day...
What would have been had I not been scared and
followed my heart instead of my mind.
Truth be told maybe I am better off not knowing.
For P.D.'s "Truth Or Dare Contest"
Written by: Carol Brown
Written on: 02/28/2012
5th Place Winner
Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012
I miss you,
like the sky misses the stars.
like the streets when there are no cars.
like a government that has no laws,
like music, when it is on pause.
I miss you,
like the desert misses the rain
like an addict without cocaine,
like a kiss that misses lips
like actors without their scripts.
Copyright © Sharon De Fazio | Year Posted 2016